#Honey I'm Home
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mrcowboydeanwinchester · 17 hours ago
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back home for the holidays after the best semester of my whole life at uni > three years in and all my home friends have now moved away > i am horrendously lonely and bored > remembers that last time i was horrendously lonely and bored was 2021 > what did i do then? watched supernatural > realises i have a whole bunch of sapphics on my phone always ready to talk about women with me > i'm back here again :)
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annanuna-arts · 1 year ago
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"More?"
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talos-stims · 10 months ago
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SAY "HELLO! HONEY, I'M HOME!" / THREE VOICES COME, ALL ALONE
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camm-6 · 10 months ago
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hi charon
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trashmouth-richie · 11 months ago
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Hi! What about a blurb on Eddie taking care of Tooty post Partum
i love this, hope you enjoy it anon
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a small kiss sweeps against your neck, soft and sweet, followed by a sleepy little moan.
“good morning, baby.”
you roll over and face him, still adjusting to the pull of the stitches in your abdomen wincing as it feels like your muscles are literally being ripped in half.
you grumble and yawn, “no way the sun is out right now, i just laid her back down.”
he loves your sleepy voice, loves the way your hair is tangled into a mess on top of your head, the way your sleep shirt is twisted under you.
motherhood was his favorite look on you. it fit you perfectly and you wore it well. whenever Eddie seemed to be losing his mind not knowing what was going on when both the babies were crying, you were gentle in explaining to him what they needed.
he chuckles into your neck and you find his lips with eyes still closed, kissing him deep, sighing into his open mouth when his fingers cup your cheek.
Six weeks of late nights and spit up stained shirts— you wouldn’t trade it for anything. Eddie had morphed into the biggest softie, nearly crying himself when you trimmed the babies finger nails, never wanting to lay them down when they were sleeping. Wayne was right, he was the best dad.
“you’re so beautiful,” eddie whispers running his thumb over your cheek bone, “my sweet tooty.”
the butterflies for eddie never stopped fluttering and you never wanted them to, he was perfect. you open your eyes and smile up at him.
he’s completely dressed, keys stuffed into his pocket.
“going to the shop this morning?”
“ ‘m taking the babies to go see grandpa and grandma—” you sit up but large hands put pressure on your arms and lay you back down, “nah uh sweetheart, this is daddy’s day out, you just stay put, rest.”
tears well in your eyes and you aren’t sure if it’s from being so tired and drained from lack of sleep or from pure happiness and the thought of sleeping uninterrupted.
“wh—what if they n-need me?” you sob, tears rolling down your cheeks in an uncontrollable flood.
Eddie’s calm voice shushes you, “baby, I packed everything we might need—bottles, formula, diapers, wipes, socks, extra onesies, burp rags.. we will be more than fine.”
you didn’t think they wouldn’t be, but you sobbed even harder. “—i’m go, ugh Eddie! i’m gonna m-miss them.”
the bed dips where eddie sits next to you, rubbing your back, kissing your temple, “you need sleep, honey. it’s the only way you’ll heal.”
it took some more convincing from eddie, but when the front door shut and tires crunched on the gravel, your tears dried, and you hiccuped yourself to sleep— waking in the late afternoon to the smell of fried food and the smoky scent of eddie’s cologne.
“brought some food home,” he said kissing your lips and holding two large drinks and a bag of food in his arms, “wayne and karen wanted to watch the kids for the night…said I looked like hell and should go home and sleep— can you believe that?”
you smirk and his dimples display in his shit eating grin, “diet coke for the lady, and a regular coke for daddy.”
eddie unravels the slick wrappers from each hamburger, handing you a carton of fries as you sit up in bed, joining you with a burger in his mouth like a dog holding its favorite toy.
“regular coke, huh?” you say taking a small bite from your burger, “damn livin’ life on the edge.”
eddie snorts and swallows his food, “right, might even get real crazy and finish the whole thing.”
“eddie the freak munson still has it, ladies and gentleman.”
Eddie’s eyes cloud dark, a smirk on his lips as he walks his fingers under the sheets, towards your inner thigh— knowing full well that you slept in just panties and that oversized shirt these days.
your breath shifts and you swallow hard when his finger tips graze over your clit, a small little hitch catches in your throat and he grins devilishly, leaning down into you, eyes ripping holes into you, swallowing your bated breath as he moves his fingers underneath your panties, and you welcome him with knees pulled apart.
“oh baby… i never lost it.”
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mofigrib · 1 year ago
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IIITS MY GHOST AND PALS CUSTOM SHIRTS!!!!!!!
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aoneringo · 4 months ago
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Happy 5th anniversary
Honey I'm Home!!
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t-rhyme · 1 year ago
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ilovebloodmmmio · 5 months ago
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fukafuka-se · 6 months ago
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So, with advice of the dead
And a halo over my head...
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awwww, I really liked drawing in monochrome!! and it also seems to me that olihiki looks harmonious here (оливер-паук смешно оригинально, хаха, но мне реально смешно...)
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katelynnroseflame · 26 days ago
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So? What will it be?
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metaldax · 11 months ago
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Tria 💕
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trashmouth-richie · 11 months ago
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for the hih bonus features can we get eddie x tooty first fight after everything happened 🥹💗
anon🫡🫡 i have been wanting to write something like this for such a long time, i hope you like it. ❤️
masterlist — one year of hih anniversary
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you weren’t used to this. 
  the doting, the constant reassurance to see if you were okay. more doting. always a calm voice. Eddie cared—loved you bigger than anyone ever has, and you loved him equally as much.
  but something dragged, crawled against your skin in piercing talons when he treated you as if you were helpless, as if you weren’t capable of doing things on your own. 
  it came out in a snap. a bitchy tone that eddie hadn’t heard since the early days of being your roommate. 
  it startled him. and he froze, not sure if you were serious. so he looked at you with hurt eyes. “what?”
  “i can cut my own fucking steak, eddie.” 
  steve stopped with his lips pressed to his wine glass, scared to move, eyes wide bracing for the car crash that would take place across from the dining room table. 
  eddie sets the knife down, slides your plate back over to you, “just trying to be nice, baby.” 
  with a huff, and a screeching scratch of the chair carving the wood floor under your weight, you throw the cloth napkin onto the porcelain plate, leaving the room in a quick stomp. 
  steve whistles low, “i know those stomps, you’re in the dog house man,” he takes a generous sip of his wine, wiping his face with the back of his hand, “sleep on the pullout in the basement tonight… it’s not too uncomfortable.” 
  eddie rolls his eyes, throwing a dinner roll into steve’s chest, “you’re not helping dickwad.” 
  “easy” steve tries, “better go find out what you did wrong.” 
  “fuck.”
  he finds you fuming, wearing a path in the carpet in your shared room at steve’s, tears welled but not ready to fall. 
  “babe?” eddie asks, shutting the door quietly, unthreading his chain wallet from his jeans setting it on the dresser, “are you… okay?”
  “jesus christ eddie!” you snap, “i’m fine— more than fine!” 
  eddie looks at you blankly, “you don’t look fine.” 
  “oh yeah? of course when it comes to me, you have all the answers, huh?”  
  “the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 
  im okay eddie! i don’t need you to constantly ask if im feeling okay, or if im comfortable or if i need anything!” 
  “thats what boyfriends do, babe.” 
  “No— no no no no!” you say pulling at your hair, frustrated beyond recognition, angry tears falling, “you treat me like i’m made of glass, like one step the wrong way and i’ll break! ever since i’ve gotten out of the hospital you’ve treated me like a fucking porcelain doll!” 
  “you almost died, remember that?” eddie says defensively, peering down at you, “i’m never going to forgive myself, or forget what happened, tooty—” his voice breaks but he swallows it down. 
  “we can’t keep living in the past eddie! it happened, it’s over with, i’m not a fucking little kid!” 
  he’s yelling now, voice angry and filled with sad rage, “i won’t forget! every single day— every time i look at you i think of what would have happened if i was there… how i could have stopped him!” he runs a hand through his hair in defeat, bottom lip trembling.
   “Fuck, i’m sorry for coddling you, baby, really i am— but right now.. the only thing— the only fucking thing— that keeps me from breaking down and wondering what a loaded gun tastes like—is taking care of you.”
  he grunts at the weight of you flying into him, holding him tight and sobbing into his chest, he kisses your head, his own cheeks wet, as he whispers, “ i’m just trying to makeup for what I couldn’t do that night, baby. ” 
  you kiss him deep smashing your lips to his, peppering i’m sorry’s all over his skin, pulling him onto the bed with you. 
  he’s silent when he cries, sniffling every once in a while as you comb through his hair, his body on yours. 
  you’ve been rubbing slow circles into his scalp. and his tears turn to small kisses
  “it wasn’t your fault eddie, it never was,” you whisper lifting his head in your hands and looking him in the eyes, “i love you.” 
  his face is red, eyelids swollen, “how? how can you love me after that?” 
  you press your lips to his, speaking the only truth that kept you from screaming into the void from wanting to let the grief swallow you whole,  “because you showed up.” 
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spillat · 11 months ago
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heyyy hiii hruuu
i beg.. more norman please 🙏
i’m a norman irl and i’m literally in love with the way you draw norm im gonna explode/pos
Thank you, kind anonymous!! I’m doing good, I hope you are, too!
Here is Norm :]
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I saw my art on Pinterest recently so I added a little watermark…
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etighost · 9 months ago
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Originally for a collab. Might aswell post it here hello gang
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sun-citadel · 1 year ago
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Father said that this world isn't for me
I tried to pray for a new reality
So, come to me, we can change night into day
A tied-up moth seemed to know a different way
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